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Sunday, June 30, 2019

Now, how did you guess that? Yes, the salaaaaaad pile is way bigger than me. And I'd tell all about it, but, you know, that chunk of kale in my mouf, that raspberry waiting to be devoured. Maybe next time.

We'll keep you posted,

- Gus

PS: At least our hoomin picked two large boxes of hay from buncle Kurtis at the Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue. Of course, he came back smelling funny again. Funny as in "he was holding and snorgling a strange bun" funny. I think Arthur was his name; that's right, Arthur. I remember because he wouldn't shut up about him! "Oh, what a snuggle bun Arthur is, and Arthur this, and Arthur that," and he went on and on about it!

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Making plans for the weekend, are ya? Well, that's the funniest thing I heard all week!

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR
PS: Jake and Josephine are still looking for their forever home. Josephine is the shy one, but is very sweet once she warms up to you. And the quickest way to that is through head rubs. Josephine loves head rubs.

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Espresso - "Look here, hoomin. I see you sit and sit in that chair and you have nothing to snack on. So, how about some of my hay? I thought I'll let you have a bunch of mine. And what if you need to pee? Well, there you go, you can have some of my shredded paper!"

Good Evening, Everybunny!

How's this for big news - Gus and Charlie got their large, area binky rug. Exactly, we're just chilling through another bun day of summer. There's a high-pressure system over us, and that keeps the air hot and hazy, with clouds all over and a slim chance for rain.

Our hoomin is trying to chillax with us. Yesterday, he did all the chores, and today is trying to do not much anything. Well, reading, he's back to reading, but you all heard about that one.

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Pancake got up right after the sun broke into the house around five in the morning. Once the rays warmed her back and wouldn't stop teasing her eyelids, no amount of willpower could help her pretend she was still asleep. She sat up on her pad and listened. The house was quiet, except for somebun making noise with the dishes. The hoomins were snoozing; they never got up this early on the weekends.

Joey

After a short stop at the bin, she hopped toward the commotion. She sped up and launched into the air, shaking her head, wiggling her torso, and kicking her feet. For a split second, she floated through the air as a bun and a wave. Pancake landed sideways and almost crashed into Joey and Molly. They had the breakfast noms under control. Fresh cawwot juice, fruit, and alfalfa waited to be devoured. No bun could ask for more.

She grabbed a ripe raspberry and bit it in half with relish. The juice splattered everywhere and ran down her mouf as Joey and Molly watched in surprise. "What is she on about now?" thought Joey.

Penny and Joey

"So, what's the latest with that scribe of ours?" murmured Pancake with a grin, and a shiver ran down her body as if she was about to blast off again.
"Well, good morning to you, too, Pancake. Ya really like my cooking, eh?" said Joey. Molly sat up and turned to face the sun, eyes closed as she tried to catch every ray of sunlight she could.

"There's very little news from the 'scribe,' "Joey cautioned. "He passed his written exam in January and has been reading textbooks for his next exam since then. The last I heard, he was starting to read the book of regulations and was about to start preparing lesson plans for future students. His instructor told him to get three of them ready for their next meeting," said Joey as he took a bite of alfalfa.

Molly

Pancake chuckled. "Do you have that on paper somewhere, Joey, or did it all come to you through that mysterious connection you have with him? I'm not sure I'm willing to trust that mind-melding of yours or those 'talks' you have with him. I like paper; give me a ticker tape or something. I want to get my teeth into it. Do you get what I mean, Joey?"

"That's all I've got," said Joey, and his eyes dropped a little. Pancake started to muse. "Look here, Joey. When we finished the last story a year ago, we were supposed to take a vacation. The next episode was supposed to give an idea about what kind of world we would live in. But here we are, in the middle of another summer, getting baked, languishing in that limbo between the worlds that may or may not come to pass. At this rate, it looks to me as if we don't have a clue when he's going to get done with that 'instructor adventure' of his, do we? Maybe by Christmas, maybe by next spring or even summer? We don't know, eh?" She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun.

Joey

"Don't forget this update. How long did this take? A week, two? Bun only knows. And the stories he's been sneaking into the notebook late at night when no bunny's watching," chimed in Molly.

Joey looked toward where the Pleiades ought to be, cleared his throat, and went on: "I'm picking up a lot of trepidation there. Fear of this or that—apprehension." Joey paused for a moment.

Ava

"Imagine, if you will, that you think you know where you want to go. You try to sense, through the heavy fog of doubt, where your true place is, the one you feel in your gut is right, the one that gives you relief from feeling like an impostor. You look for guidance, but all you have is a compass you don't trust. The compass gets swayed by a heavy bag around your neck, filled with ferrous and ferocious fears, uncertainties, ideas of how thing are that just aren't so. And the compass goes wild, points here one second then swings and points to the left or the right, or even back to where you came from. You try to put one foot in front of the other, but one foot is snarled in the ho-hum of 'normal,' everyday life, as the other tries to get a toehold in the imaginable." Joey sighed despondently and again turned toward the sun.

For a while, no bun said a word. Joey took out a half-burnt catnip stogie and lit it up. "Weren't you supposed to quit that?" asked Molly, a bit too loudly when she heard the crackle of the stogie lighting up. Joey nodded, "Yeah, there's supposed to be a whole story about that. Also, one about me visiting my elementary school."

Pancake

"See what I mean? Because that story will never come out – Joey here – will never quit those bloody, stinking stogies and will die from lung cancer!" exclaimed Pancake as she shook her head. She turned toward the doorway and threw over her shoulder, "We'll just have to hold on for a bit longer, I guess. I'll wake up the rest of the crew before the hoomins get up."

Maybe her feet slipped when she pushed off too hard, or maybe she meant to foot-flick Joey and Molly or the scribe.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

This morning, in a very supervised manner, Espresso entered the Charlie-Gus airspace. The close encounter of the bun kind was brief and uneventful. Espresso gave a little bit of a chase as did Gus. They did not exchange any fur or paint. After a few moments, Espresso proceeded toward the barrier gate and exited the airspace.

Sigh, every morning and evening, we all sit together by the gate and groom bun another. So maybe this bonding thing can happen after all?

Well, the storms are here, the day is winding down slowly, and it's time to demand that Bunday Night dinner, with extra fixin's of course.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Shhhh... it's the middle of the lazy part of a very lazy bunday. So it's a short update, with no news being the good news. On the bright side, though, we had a whole week of beautiful, cloudy skies with lots of rain and groovy weather. I know, Mr. Rabbits Guy is probably shaking his head. Hey, listen, that kind of weather is a treat around here these days.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

And there you have it. That's Florida for ya today. And yesterday, and most likely tomorrow. So, what's a bun to do on a day like this? Hang out with his girlfriend, or his hoomin.

The dinner saaaaaalad arrived early today, full of mint, and basil, and fennel with raspberries on the side.

The meet-and-greet yesterday went very well, but the one today got canceled. Well, there will be another one. In the meantime, we'll go back to loafing about and enjoying what's left of this bunderful, lazy, Bunday. Maybe we'll have something to thump about next time ;-)

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Ahhh, it's finally raining here. Lot's of clouds and pop up thunderstorms with groovy skies and all. But it does make it for a sleepy day. So there. In the meantime, our hoomin is heading out to another meet-and-greet with some rescue bunns. That multi-timing bunn huger. Anyway, I think we'll have some teats and snuggle in the bundo.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

I should say we're having a very, very lazy bunday, and no bun is in a mood for anything, including thumping. But, you know, some appearances have to be kept up so the hoomin rabble can stay under control.

There is still no rain in any immediate forecasts, and the scorching continues unabated. Meanwhile, the Midwest looks like it's drowning. Good grief, bun just can't help but think about all the animals impacted by the floods.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Our hoomin said he wants to recover from the "short week." Because you know, it's the short one that gets you. Ahhhh, but never mind that! He's all giddy 'cause he got a move on the ineffable bunfiction update.

So there you have it. And since the summer settled in here with a vengeance, we'll try to play it cool and later on enjoy a nice, dinner saaaald. He said he would read to us from the next book on his list. Something, something about regulations, blah, blah, blah. We go to sleep easier after that, you know.